novelden Chapter 176: Born to be a clothes hanger
Chapter 176: Born to be a clothes hanger
When they got home, Yang Biao, who was very efficient, took her measurements and tailored the clothes. He then used the ancient method of bias-cutting a suspender skirt, folding the fabric, drawing lines and trimming it, and used a pre-assembled sewing machine to make a modern popular suspender skirt.
He has finished using this sewing machine, and will disassemble it later and take it to the capital, where he can use it to make clothes.
Yang Biao then made her several skirts of different styles, but the styles were all relatively revealing in ancient times and were also suitable for wearing indoors.
"Hongyan, go and try it!" Yang Biao handed her six finished skirts and asked her to try them on to see the effect.
"Wow, it's so beautiful!" Yang Biao immediately expressed his exclamation. Hong Yan shyly put on her skirt and her face was still red when she came out.
"Well, let's try something else." Hong Yan was wearing a suspender skirt, but she had a bellyband underneath, which made the overall look a bit out of place.
"Wow, your chest, waist and hips are S-shaped, so beautiful, you are really born to be a clothes rack." Her chest is full and her body is well-proportioned, which is her dream figure in modern times. Yang Biao touched her directly, and the perfect combination of her curves made her overall figure look more feminine and sexy.
Such a good curvy figure can handle different clothing styles and combinations well, whether it is tights, dresses or loose tops.
Leo Tolstoy said: "Praise plays a great role not only on people's emotions, but also on their reason."
Hongyan's whole body felt hot when he touched her. These skirts were too revealing, but when she saw him looking at her with such amazed eyes, she still felt a sense of accomplishment.
"Just wear it from now on, and just wear it for me to see." Feeling her body temperature rising, Yang Biao realized that his body also had a physiological reaction.
"Okay," Hong Yan took the initiative to hug his neck. She had been working as a prostitute in a brothel since she was thirteen years old. She was taught reading, writing, singing, playing the piano and other skills to make money for the brothel. She also knew many skills between the sexes through osmosis.
"Don't..." Yang Biao had to admit that men really think with their lower body. He was sure that a man who was indifferent to a beautiful woman in his arms was inhumane.
The two quickly entered into a sports meet mode, where both sides exchanged their deeper understanding of the sport, mastered skills and continued to improve.
"Pack your bags tomorrow. We will leave for Beijing early the day after tomorrow." Yang Biao kissed her. The completion of multiple events in this sports meeting made him feel refreshed. When he was with Qin Xiaoran, he was still somewhat restrained. He was concerned about their age and was afraid that it would lead to pregnancy, so he did not dare to do it.
"Mother, don't you have to wait for father?" Xia Weiwei came to the Xia Mansion to say goodbye. Now, after having dinner with Liu, she wanted to go home, but Liu held her back and wouldn't let her leave.
"Mother wants to sleep with her daughter tonight. Can you stay with me?" Liu looked at her and felt that she could never see enough of her. She wanted to hold her in her arms as she slept at night, just like when the child was little.
"Okay, mother, take a bath first, I'll accompany you." It's said that old people are like children. Liu is really like a child when she is old. Xia Weiwei sighed. She couldn't go back tonight.
"Weiwei, are you happy?" Nanny Xu was helping Liu wipe her hair while Liu was checking the accounts.
"Happy!" Xia Weiwei was a little confused as to why she asked herself this question.
"But mother heard Cantang come home and say that he met Yang Biao at Jinxiuchun yesterday." Sheng Cantang is the youngest son of Liu's sister. He often hangs out in brothels and is a well-known playboy.
"Oh, he was taken there by a friend. He went there for the first time yesterday." Even though she knew the reason, Xia Weiwei still felt heartbroken when she thought about it.
"You are young and you can take things easy." Liu believed the man's reason and couldn't help feeling sad for her daughter's naivety.
"Mother, do you have to do this?" Xia Weiwei stood up angrily. Why did Liu insist on revealing the scars that she had carefully hidden?
"Ah?" Liu was shocked. The person standing in front of her with such an angry expression, was she still her daughter who she had carefully brought up for many years and who never showed her emotions?
"What did I teach you since you were little? Ah, don't let others know your preferences, you..." Why don't you listen? You can't let others see your preferences, know your weaknesses, and give them the opportunity to attack and hurt you.
"Mom, you have a good rest. I'm going home." Xia Weiwei had been obedient for nearly twenty years. She didn't want to endure it anymore, and didn't want to listen to her nagging anymore, so she got up and left.
"Madam, why are you back so late?" Yang Biao, who had just finished his shower and was standing in the courtyard, was a little confused when he saw Xia Weiwei angrily enter the house. He thought that she hadn't come back so late because she was staying at the Xia Mansion to accompany her mother. After all, this had happened before.
"Well, I missed you, so I came back." Xia Weiwei turned around and hugged him, "It sounds like you don't really want me to go home."
"Then I will show you how much I miss you through my actions." Hearing her resentment, Yang Biao kissed her directly.
"Do you know how much I miss you now?" The two separated briefly, breathing rapidly. Yang Biao spoke in a hoarse voice and quickly pressed forward again.
"I love you," Yang Biao carried her to the bed and found that her hair was very fluffy. Did she wash it?
"Tell me, what happened with your mother?" Although Xia Weiwei didn't wash her hair every day, her living habit was to wash her hair before going to bed. This person had washed his hair and didn't sleep in Xia's house, so Yang Biao asked this question.
"Well, I have some unhappiness with my mother." Xia Weiwei hugged him back, buried her head in his chest, and smelled his body odor. It was such a warm feeling.
"Is it about my visit to the brothel?" He saw a very familiar-looking person there, but he couldn't remember who it was for a moment. Now he thought that he should be a relative of the Xia family.
"Well, you know?" Xia Weiwei had never expected that he would know the reason for the conflict between mother and daughter.
"I saw a man there who looked very much like your relative." Yang Biao kissed her on the face. The man behaved like a frequent visitor to the brothel.
"Oh, he is my aunt's youngest son, named Sheng Cantang. Don't learn these things from him." Thinking that he had visited a brothel, she was a little annoyed and punched him several times.
"Oh, it hurts!" Yang Biao pretended to be hurt by her hitting him, covering the part that was hit with a painful expression.
Yang Biao has studied psychology and can easily control his emotions. He believes that emotional management is an important part of emotional intelligence.
"Ah, I didn't use much force." Seeing that he looked in pain, Xia Weiwei hurried to check the place where she hit him.
Yang Biao was very moved by her anxious look for him. Only he could make such a serious ancient lady so infatuated, so he kissed her directly.